She looked into the gentle drift
As if to wish if it could stand still
To know why it still showed her
Even when, it just floated past
In her gentle hum
In absolute
Of all that she has seen
Yet so much she wants to know
I could reach out
And yet stand by
Look at her as she stared into the gentle flow
As she remained, in such a painting
In terms of feeling
Is it true
Or is it just a scene
Or is it a call , of wanton cravings
Neither shall i know
Nor shall i ponder
Those are what burn a soul
A life , seeks to not burn